I bear the evil looks cast my way, by gay and straight alike, because our age difference is considered
inappropriate, even though you are every bit as an adult as I. I hear the titters, the gossip at the
office, the backhanded compliment flung my way by my dearest friend. I take it, and turn the other cheek, because I know, like no one else you know, apparently, how deeply you feel things, and how afraid you are to express those feelings. One of you, he's standing right over there, even took his own life a
couple of weeks ago because he was too fucking scared to be a man, to stand up for himself, to be
strong, and face his life and the consequences of the choices he'd made in it. And do you know how that makes ME feel? Do you even care? Do you ever listen to my problems? Do you even know I have problems? Of course not.